Lennie sighed and tried to stretch his legs. He hated traveling. He wasn't designed for long periods of sitting. His legs were too long and he didn't have enough padding over his tailbone. This trip was particularly excruciating. He and Rey were stuck on the train with Baltimore Detectives Munch and Falsone.

It was sort of like being on those summer trips into the Catskills, stuck in the backseat of his Uncle Eddie's Studebaker with his cousin, the one who grew up to be a conspiracy nut. 'God, he thought, I have this awful urge to give John a nougie.'